#mandan

[unteriors]

8th Avenue SE, Mandan, North Dakota.

[blondebrainpowered]

Son of Red Cow and Little Bull, Fort Berthold, 1872

Mandan Warriors

[find-the-path]

Month-long fic challenge using these LOTRO Rangers + Situations prompts collected by a-lonely-dunedain. Minimum of 100 words, no particular adherence to timelines or canon.

31: Prestadír (requested by @shoshotechi) & collapsed at friend's doorstep (requested by @a-lonely-dunedain)

“I didn’t want to bother you,” Prestadír tries, without hope.

“I don’t mind being bothered,” Mandan punctuates each emphasis with another object slammed down onto his kitchen table. “I mind finding unconscious idiots on my porch getting blood everywhere.” A bowl of steaming water sloshes over a bit with Mandan’s vigor, splashing onto the tabletop.

He wasn’t unconscious, Prestadír wants to argue. Would, if his breath would come back. He was able to knock and only fell over when his support (the door) was yanked out from under him. After that was dimmer, a haze of pain and occasional sound as Mandan swore and patched him together.

“We’re getting up now,” Mandan warns him a second before they do and doesn’t wait for Prestadír to assent or protest. “Onto your side. Don’t get blood on the table, I eat on that.”

Mandan does most of the work wrangling Prestadír onto his side. Even the thought of trying to sit up under his own power makes his side throb under its new bandage. Immediately his breathing eases.

“Better? Good. Don’t move.” Mandan takes the mortar and pestle from the table and attacks it, grinding down whatever the green and blue contents are with a vengeance. “How long ago did this happen?”

“Last night. Late. I set it, but then I moved wrong and couldn’t breathe...” In the wake of panic Prestadír feels only heavy and tired and a little like falling unconscious again. Mandan might really kill him if he does that. He tries to keep his eyes open.

“The time to find a healer is while you are still breathing,” Mandan says. “You should remember that, it’s good advice.”

It probably is. Prestadír can’t really concentrate on it, though.

“I also mind idiots falling unconscious on me,” Mandan says. Then: “Oh, why do I bother?”

“No idea,” Prestadír mumbles, and the world dims again.

[poetry-draws]

who needs witty dialogue when you're The Greatest Healer That Ever Lived

[agelessphotography]

Indian Man on the Bus, Mission District, San Francisco, California, Zig Jackson, 1994

[littlefeather-wolf]

Native American Outdoors Spiritual Life ... Mandan

Offering the buffalo skull, Mandan - c. 1908

Courtesy of Native Sioux

[californiastatelibrary]

“Mandan Horse Racing,” an 1848 drawing showing a Mandan village in distance and mounted Mandan Native Americans racing horses over a course. From our online catalog.

[piizunn]

Dance Clubs Cannupa Hanska Luger, 2022 6 ceramic and walnut objects with synthetic hair, fuel hose, synthetic sinew and vermillion ink Photo by @garthgreenangallery

Dance Clubs is a series of objects designed to be held in ones hand for a performance which is never to be activated.

Comprised of gas pumps slip cast in ceramic, coated with a brilliant orange ink, intended to stain ones hand if touched. The visual language is based on Indigenous war clubs of my ancestors - the ceramic and hand carved wooden clubs mirror the ingenuity in creating new technology - These objects transpose power of one idea into another, they are artifacts of necessary behavior shifts and a warning for humanity to pivot from our current actions if we are to survive as a species.

Now on view for BELONGING: Contemporary Native Ceramics from the Southern Plains now at the Louise Hopkins Underwood Center for the Arts, Texas through March 23, 2024. Participating Artists: Karita Coffey (Comanche), Chase Kahwinhut Earles (Caddo), Anita Fields (Osage/Muscogee), Raven Halfmoon (Caddo/Choctaw/Delaware), Cannupa Hanska Luger (Mandan/Hidatsa/Arikara/Lakota), Jane Osti (Cherokee National Treasure), Cortney YellowHorse-Metzger (Osage)

“This exhibit spotlights the diversity of contemporary ceramics practices among Native American artists in the region, and their reflections on belonging based in particular cultural roots, ancestral connections, personal insights, and individual experiences. Curating selected works from eight Native artists, this show incorporates a range of artistic practices from futuristic and customary works based on vessel forms, to more experimental practices that push clay in new directions through multi-media installation and performance.”

(via cannupahanska on Instagram)